I thought I found where I belonged. I was scared to lose it, this paradise. The other masked it's sharp self in silky words, but here? Here the words were rough, the place small, and I thought, Hey, maybe I found my place.
I won't call this paradise sharp, dark, or cruel. It's not, and I know that. But I see that you, the guardian of the paradise gate, don't believe this is where I belong.
So once again, the place where I thought I belonged has been closed to me, while a coy little monster crept in. And I wish you and this place were dark and cruel and sharp, because then that would make this so much easier to accept.